TW!!!
My mom had a stroke a month ago, she almost died. I hadn’t really been in contact with her because she’s unstable and bipolar and unfortunately refuses any psychiatric help. I feel like a monster because I was hoping that the accident would make her kinder — but kindness isn’t usually a side effect of a stroke. I hate this period of my life. I just want to stop thinking and feeling. This whole situation reminds me that I’m not enough — not a good enough daughter, not thin enough, not mature enough, not present enough, not helpful enough. Once again, I feel like I’m facing a child, when all I want to do is scream, ‘I’M YOUR CHILD, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF ME!’ I feel so selfish for wanting her to take care of me when she almost died. But honestly, whether it’s her or someone else, it doesn’t matter — I just desperately want someone to take care of me